With the brouhaha over the monitoring by the U.S. government of our phone calls, email messages, and social media posts, I started perusing my activity on Facebook (my timeline) to determine once again whether I should remove myself from FB, this time once-and-for-all.
Lo and behold, I found several items posted via Goodreads on my timeline. Thing is, several months ago I removed myself from Goodreads—though it seems I only thought I had removed myself. Amazon, a mega-corporation of dubious scruples when it comes to the musical instrument industry, recently purchased Goodreads. Because I have lingering distaste for large, strong-arming corporations—Amazon being high on my blacklist—I emptied my data from Goodreads.
It seems with Goodreads, however, like Facebook—and Hotel California—you can check in, but you can never leave. Funny though, because a week after I thought I had removed my data from Goodreads, I jumped back onto the web site to ensure that my data was indeed gone. It was.
What’s scary is that I checked the web site just a few hours ago, and all my data, with new data, is intact.
How did that happen?!
I hate them as much as I hate Amazon, Wal-mart, the Carlyle Group, Monsanto… ad infinitum. For the past two weeks, I have posted entries on two blogs that I established on Wordpress, because Google has gotten very buggy (features I use everyday frequently become inoperative), and because every time I connect to a Google-operated page, my computer gets choked with two hundred five new cookies. I cannot keep up with deleting all the cookies Google feeds my Apple laptop.
Evidently, some book activity I posted on a Google-operated site reactivated my Goodreads account. That’s what I get for swapping data with some activists in Pennsylvania. I gave them some files, they turned me onto a must-read epub book for GMO activists, and we did it all through Google Drive and Google Sites. In passing, I checked Google Play and clicked something regarding a book I just started to reread for the fifth time, and perused another book my wife told me I should read.
Voila! Like magic, Google, Facebook, and Goodreads (Amazon) linked themselves together and reestablished my internet footprint.
At this moment, I am tossing around inside my head the viability of becoming a hermit in a motorhome parked beneath a bridge near the Crooked River in Central Oregon.
I suppose, though, Google, Facebook, Goodreads, and the U.S. government would find me via GPS.